Sunday Morning
The football game's not even over yet; she took my TV set.
She just broke it and left it out there by the road.
I put my beer down and I told her: this time I'm leaving for sure.
I slammed the door of my Caprice and I just drove.
Monday I drive far.
Tuesday stop in some dive bar.
By Wednesday I forget what highway I'm on.
Thursday, Friday I sleep in the car,
Saturday just stare at the stars.
By Sunday morning, I'm back here mowing the lawn.
When I was young, my pa told me: Don't lead no life of misery.
Do what you do, do what you want, and you'll do well.
I never did take folks' advice, so I'm living someone else's life.
Raising kids, instead of raising glasses and hell.
Monday I drive far.
Tuesday stop in some dive bar.
By Wednesday I forget what highway I'm on.
Thursday, Friday I sleep in the car,
Saturday just stare at the stars.
By Sunday morning, I'm back here mowing the lawn.
Someday I think I'm gonna fly, gonna get up and get real high.
Go to L.A., L.V., or maybe Tijuan.
Drink and smoke all I want, live lip to lip, and shot to shot.
Never, never, never stop until I am done.
Monday I drive far.
Tuesday stop in some dive bar.
By Wednesday it won't matter what highway I'm on.
Thursday, Friday I sleep in the car,
Saturday just stare at the stars.
By Sunday morning, I'm back here mowing the lawn.
By Sunday morning, I'm back here where I belong
She just broke it and left it out there by the road.
I put my beer down and I told her: this time I'm leaving for sure.
I slammed the door of my Caprice and I just drove.
Monday I drive far.
Tuesday stop in some dive bar.
By Wednesday I forget what highway I'm on.
Thursday, Friday I sleep in the car,
Saturday just stare at the stars.
By Sunday morning, I'm back here mowing the lawn.
When I was young, my pa told me: Don't lead no life of misery.
Do what you do, do what you want, and you'll do well.
I never did take folks' advice, so I'm living someone else's life.
Raising kids, instead of raising glasses and hell.
Monday I drive far.
Tuesday stop in some dive bar.
By Wednesday I forget what highway I'm on.
Thursday, Friday I sleep in the car,
Saturday just stare at the stars.
By Sunday morning, I'm back here mowing the lawn.
Someday I think I'm gonna fly, gonna get up and get real high.
Go to L.A., L.V., or maybe Tijuan.
Drink and smoke all I want, live lip to lip, and shot to shot.
Never, never, never stop until I am done.
Monday I drive far.
Tuesday stop in some dive bar.
By Wednesday it won't matter what highway I'm on.
Thursday, Friday I sleep in the car,
Saturday just stare at the stars.
By Sunday morning, I'm back here mowing the lawn.
By Sunday morning, I'm back here where I belong
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Writer(s): Robert Irwin
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